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04-24-2007, 07:26 PM | #1 (permalink) |
They call me Tundra Boy
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: In your linen cupboard.
Posts: 1,166
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Hello, I'm stoned
And here is a song
Fetish Love Song You dressed up as a clown, my love The makeup did enthrall us You rubbed and blew that long balloon And made a model phallus I was your fetish man Your fetish man Your fetish man I had a fixation on you Wearing those giant shoes I ****ing loved it By this corset lying on my floor I shall be nevermore embraced For it was just for your pleasure That I crushed my organs into a twenty two inch waist Because I was your fetish man Your fetish man Your fetish man Agreeing to all of your schemes For I have low self-esteem And I ****ing loved it My arms are empty, baby My heart is broken too These lips still longing for the touch... ... of your warm and nutty poo* I was your fetish man Your fetish man Your fetish man Love is learning to share And I shared in the fruits of your derriere And I ****ing loved it *This is a pretty ****ty (pun!) line but I'm loath to remove it because this verse sums up the idea that kick started the song (its a long story and it involves dog food and fish being raped by frogs).
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04-25-2007, 04:41 PM | #3 (permalink) |
Imperfectly Perfect
Join Date: Jan 2007
Location: North Carolina
Posts: 1,290
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Besides that fact i'm terrified of clowns, I liked it, it was actually a song.
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